Why People Have Pets

Why People Have Pets

I am a dog mom. To be more specific, a pug mom. I am not one of those crazy people who talk ‘baby talk’ to their pets, but I am one of those crazy people who treat their dog like a human, or any other member of the family.

I am also one of those people who worries about the dogs life in the movies. When the Seal Team dog is out on a mission, my worries are with the dog.

Why Do People Have Pets?

There are many reasons people choose to have pets, but according to Business Insider these are the most common:

  • Companionship
  • Exercise
  • Happiness
  • Laughter
  • Loyalty
  • Socialization
  • Health
  • Confidence

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“A dog is the only thing on earth that loves you more than he loves himself.”

– Josh Billings

My Beloved Pets:


Frosty was born in my dresser from a cat we were cat sitting when I was eleven. Frosty loved to kill mice and brought them to our doorstep. Once he got lost in the sewer system and made his way to our corner and meowed for a rescue. When my family moved from British Columbia to Quebec, Frosty ran away and stayed in B.C.


Sassy was the first dog my family had when I still lived at home, courtesy of my Aunt Mildred. She was an Alsatian. Smart as a whip. Not the cutest dog, but she had an enormous heart and you couldn’t know her without loving her.


George was a fierce German Shepard. I never felt safer than when he was in the house. A beautiful boy, his protective instincts overruled all the others. With his family, he was as gentle as a kitten. He was part of our family for 14 years.


Max was my daughter’s pug. A lovely soul with a big personality. He always wanted to be the center of attention and usually succeeded. Max didn’t like other dogs, he loved treats. He was funny and smart in ways that you wouldn’t expect.

When he got older, his hips gave him trouble, so we bought him a wheelchair. Max had two operations while we had him. He was twelve years and ten days old when he died.


Chilli was a rescue from PetSmart. Our first girl and cat, also my daughters. She had beautiful green eyes. She had a way of making you do whatever she wanted you to. Not your average cat, she could catch treats like a baseball player. Chilli passed away from kidney failure way before her time.


Marge, whose name is actually Maddox, another pug given to us by a friend of my daughters. How his name switched from Maddox to Marge is a long complicated story, let’s just say I blame my husband.

Marge has been my dog since he moved in. Since I work from home. He is constantly by my side. In bed, in the shower or wherever I am, he is there too.

I love having a dog. Marge helps with my anxiety. He brightens my mood. He is the first thing I look for after being away, and I am always greeted with a smile and a tail wag. 

The Dark Side of Pet Ownership

Since we have known Marge, he has had four operations over five years:

  1. Seven teeth removed along with his manhood
  2. A cyst removed from his left eye
  3. A mast cell tumour (cancerous) removed from his left leg
  4. A spleen removal

I have spent the last few days in worry and fear as Marge has been recovering from a splenectomy. I have cried countless tears, hoping I made the right decision. If he recovers and gets back some quality of life, then it will be worth the pain his surgery has caused him. I hate having to make these choices for him.

Whatever happens, if he lives months or years the pain of losing him will never overshadow the love and happiness knowing him has brought me. I feel the same way about all my pets.

Final Thoughts

Pet ownership is the best until it becomes the worst. Have you loved or lost an animal? Let me know in the comments.

Until next time



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